Psalms 132:4
If I give sleep to mine eyes, To mine eyelids -- slumber,
If I give sleep to mine eyes, To mine eyelids -- slumber,
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2Who hath sworn to Jehovah. He hath vowed to the Mighty One of Jacob:
3`If I enter into the tent of my house, If I go up on the couch of my bed,
4Give not sleep to thine eyes, And slumber to thine eyelids,
5Till I do find a place for Jehovah, Tabernacles for the Mighty One of Jacob.
3He suffereth not thy foot to be moved, Thy preserver slumbereth not.
4Lo, He slumbereth not, nor sleepeth, He who is preserving Israel.
4Thou hast taken hold of the watches of mine eyes, I have been moved, and I speak not.
3Look attentively; Answer me, O Jehovah, my God, Enlighten mine eyes, lest I sleep in death,
4Lest mine enemy say, `I overcame him,' Mine adversaries joy when I am moved.
148Mine eyes have gone before the watches, To meditate in Thy saying.
26On this I have awaked, and I behold, and my sleep hath been sweet to me.
5I -- I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me.
6I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set against me.
13In thoughts from visions of the night, In the falling of deep sleep on men,
6`On thy walls, O Jerusalem, I have appointed watchmen, All the day, and all the night, Continually, they are not silent.' O ye remembrancers of Jehovah, Keep not silence for yourselves,
7And give not silence to Him, Till He establish, and till He make Jerusalem A praise in the earth.
6I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night `on' my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.
7Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,
40I have been `thus': in the day consumed me hath drought, and frost by night, and wander doth my sleep from mine eyes.
4If I lay down then I said, `When do I rise!' And evening hath been measured, And I have been full of tossings till dawn.
2Vain for you who are rising early, Who delay sitting, eating the bread of griefs, So He giveth to His beloved one sleep.
1For Zion's sake I am not silent, And for Jerusalem's sake I do not rest, Till her righteousness go out as brightness, And her salvation, as a torch that burneth.
8In peace together I lie down and sleep, For Thou, O Jehovah, alone, In confidence dost cause me to dwell!
33A little sleep -- a little slumber -- A little folding of the hands to lie down.
12And man hath lain down, and riseth not, Till the wearing out of the heavens they awake not, Nor are roused from their sleep.
10A little sleep, a little slumber, A little clasping of the hands to rest,
2Awake, psaltery and harp, I awake the dawn.
6If I have remembered Thee on my couch, In the watches -- I meditate on Thee.
14This `is' My rest for ever and ever, Here do I sit, for I have desired it.
13When I said, `My bed doth comfort me,' He taketh away in my talking my couch.
16When I gave my heart to know wisdom and to see the business that hath been done on the earth, (for there is also a spectator in whose eyes sleep is not by day and by night),
13Love not sleep, lest thou become poor, Open thine eyes -- be satisfied `with' bread.
1On my couch by night, I sought him whom my soul hath loved; I sought him, and I found him not!
16For they sleep not if they do not evil, And their sleep hath been taken violently away, If they cause not `some' to stumble.
2In a day of my distress the Lord I sought, My hand by night hath been spread out, And it doth not cease, My soul hath refused to be comforted.
15I -- in righteousness, I see Thy face; I am satisfied, in awaking, `with' Thy form!
27There is none weary, nor stumbling in it, It doth not slumber, nor sleep, Nor opened hath been the girdle of its loins, Nor drawn away the latchet of its sandals.
1A covenant I made for mine eyes, And what -- do I attend to a virgin?
15In a dream -- a vision of night, In the falling of deep sleep on men, In slumberings on a bed.
1A Song of the Ascents, by David. Jehovah, my heart hath not been haughty, Nor have mine eyes been high, Nor have I walked in great things, And in things too wonderful for me.
17At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.
1A Song of the Ascents. I lift up mine eyes unto the hills, Whence doth my help come?
49Mine eye is poured out, And doth not cease without intermission,
1A Song of the Ascents. Unto Thee I have lifted up mine eyes, O dweller in the heavens.
4Without punishment they run and prepare themselves, Stir up to meet me, and see.
8Awake, mine honour, awake, psaltery and harp, I awake the morning dawn.
16My face is foul with weeping, And on mine eyelids `is' death-shade.
3I set not before mine eyes a worthless thing, The work of those turning aside I have hated, It adhereth not to me.
6By day the sun doth not smite thee, Nor the moon by night.
3Thou hast proved my heart, Thou hast inspected by night, Thou hast tried me, Thou findest nothing; My thoughts pass not over my mouth.